“You’re, um, still, uh, inside me,” I mumbled, my cheeks hot.
He chuckled again. “I know. I want to fall asleep inside you with you in my arms. Is that wrong?”
My heart skipped at his words.
“No,” I whispered, really wanting that too.
He exhaled and slid his fingers beneath my jaw before tilting my head up. Gently, he brushed his lips against mine.
“Sleep, baby,” he said softly before releasing me.
Again, my heart fluttered. I nestled my head against his chest and closed my eyes, his cock still hard and buried inside me.
I definitely didn’t hate anything about this.
After sex in the car, we were both able to catch a couple of hours of sleep. We woke bright and early and drove around the campground until we found the shower house. We parked across the lot and walked to the brick building. It was early enough in the morning that there wasn’t anyone inside. Even though I went into the women’s side and he went into the men’s, I wasn’t surprised when he came sneaking in after me.
“What are you doing? You can’t be in here,” I whispered as he pushed me into one of the stalls.
“Who’s going to know?” he asked, reaching over his head and tugging at his shirt.
I watched him pull it off, then hang it on the wall hook.
“What if someone comes in?”
“Then I’ll stay in here until they leave. Problem solved.” He nodded in my direction. “Come on. Take ‘em off.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes, but moved forward with stripping for a shower.
Each stall in the shower house was large enough to include a shower area and a changing area, so your clothes and towels would stay dry. We each hung our things on the hooks on the wall before he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. He walked me backward toward the shower head, and I gasped and broke our kiss when the icy water came on, blasting over both of us.
I let out a squeal, and he quickly jerked so we were standing out of the direct path of the spray. After a moment, the water warmed, and he stepped back beneath the spray as he moved hislips to mine. His hands moved to my hair, working the water into the locks.
I was surprised when he pulled away, but then he came back with the small bottle of shampoo I stole from the hotel. I watched as he poured some into the palm of his hand, then his mouth was back on mine as he worked the shampoo into my hair. I wasn’t used to being taken care of or cared for in that way. I found it strange how Oliver swore he wasn’t the relationship type, yet he was better at them than the guy I’d been dating for most of my life. Never did Alex do anything for me. And if he did, it was really just a cover-up to hide his real motives.
Oliver broke our kiss as he rinsed the shampoo from my hair. I held him and kept my eyes closed as he continued conditioning it, then washed my body.
I took the mini bottle of shower gel, and I did the same for him. I had never washed another person before, but I liked how intimate it felt. Plus, I liked running my hands over every muscle, dip, and curve of his body. He really was built like a Greek God.
“There. All clean,” I said with a smile as I leaned in and kissed his collarbone.
He smirked. “Now it’s time to get dirty.”
He grabbed my biceps and spun me around, pressing my chest to the cold wall as he moved his mouth to my neck. He kissed a trail to my ear that he nipped while his hand dipped between my legs.
It didn’t take any time at all before I was primed up and ready to go, and within minutes, he was thrusting into me from behind, his fingers tangled in my hair.
An hour later, we stepped out of the shower house to head back to the car, planning to hit the road, but we both stopped the second we looked up and saw a police officer shining a flashlight into the driver’s-side window of our car.
A groundskeeper took a step toward the car, and I could see his mouth moving as the two spoke to one another. We were too far away to hear what they were saying. It seemed the groundskeeper had stumbled upon our car and called the police, knowing it didn’t belong to anyone staying at the campground. Either way, we couldn’t walk over and claim it. It was stolen.
“Shit. What do we do?” I whispered.
“Just keep walking,” Oliver said, pushing his shoulder into mine to make me turn.
“Act like we’re camping here and just walked up for a shower.”
We started walking toward the campground rather than the car parked at the end of the parking lot.
